There is a stage that people don’t always talk about. It’s called the liminal space.

It’s a space in between places.

The space where you know you can’t go back to the way things were…but you’re not fully where you’re going yet either.

I’ve been in that space. Many times.

And honestly, it can feel quite strange when you’re in it because so much has already changed inside of you.

You can see things more clearly and you feel things differently…

You’ve outgrown certain ways of thinking, being, and responding but your external life doesn’t always reflect that straight away so you find yourself somewhere in the middle.

Like in no man’s land… in limbo.

Not who you were but not fully anchored into who you’re becoming either.

And that can feel really uncomfortable.  Actually it can feel like you don’t know who you are anymore.

Because the familiar is no longer a fit for you but the new hasn’t quite embodied yet either.

I’ve seen people reach this point and start to question themselves.

Is this change within them real, or have they made it all up?
They wonder if they’ve gone too far.

And sometimes they wonder if it would just be easier to go back to how things were – to who they were.

And in some cases… they do.

Not because they don’t know.

But because this in-between space feels too uncertain for them.  And human nature tends to move us towards what feels certain.

Even if it’s not aligned.

But what I’ve come to see is that this liminal space has a purpose.

It’s not a mistake and it’s definitely not a sign that something has gone wrong.

Some people would see it as “a test”, but I see it as a stage where something is recalibrating.

Where the old is no longer holding you… and the new is still finding its footing.

It asks something different of you.

Not more learning or searching, but a willingness to stay with what you know and what you’re moving towards.  Even when it would be easier not to.

This stage is not something to be rushed… you have to allow yourself time to stabilise in something new.

And that doesn’t always happen instantly.  Sometimes it takes time.

Equally it’s not a space that you want to stay in forever.  After all, you’re not quite there yet… you’re still moving towards something and away from something else.

Sometimes it takes being more aware of when you’re pulled back into old patterns.

Sometimes it takes choosing, again and again, to stay with what feels true… even when it’s uncomfortable.

I’ve come to respect that space.

Because every time I’ve moved through it without turning back…something has shifted within me in a much more lasting way.

I remember that each time I was in that place, a knowing came to me, that I just can’t live any other way than in my new state of being.

This shift was not just in what I understand… but in how I actually live.